This Is What It Feels Like

*Azalea* · 09-11-2013, 10:05 AM

The day was dry and cool, a shrill wind rushing over the lands and sending a chill through the mid sized gal. Fall put her nearly at two years old, just one more season to go. When winter hit she would come of age, her body would let her know of her physical maturity and she only wished too it meant that she would automatically become a skilled warrior.

Life was never that simple however, and so she found herself here. She needed to learn and the best way to do so was through practice and by practicing she also gained experience. Her initial spar, against her brother, had seen her a loser and Azalea was determined to work up to make sure that never happened again. Besides, she could only go up from here.

Dead grass crunched under foot and Azalea cast her amber eyes skyward. She wondered when the snows would begin to fall, if they would come early or be late. She wondered what winter would mean for her, what would change. The auburn headed she-wolf was a creature still finding herself and over the last several months she had changed vastly. No more was she soft child but a grown woman (or nearly woman) who knew the power in her body and her words. Generally she lived on the edge but when she was in the right moment, she could talk words far beyond her wisdom.

Azalea moved to one of the small ponds that dotted the location, leaning down to lap up the water. Thirst quenched she called out to the word, a low howl. If anyone was in the area they would hear her and, hopefully, one would come to meet her. She was about to spar for the second time in her life, so that maybe next time she was faced with a real challenge Chrysanthe would not have to fight for her.

Speech,

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